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  • Pants Poopers – Do You Think Your Toilet Training Affected Your Fetish?

     sinceiwassmall updated 3 weeks, 4 days ago 13 Members · 13 Posts
  • ishitpants2

    May 10, 2019 at 4:11 am

    The other day I sat on the toilet and tried to poop my pants. I just couldn’t get anything to come out.

    I sat there for several minutes, pushing and grunting but nothing would come out even though I felt the need to go.

    I then had a sudden mind-flash and remembered being forced as a child to sit on the potty and told I could not go play until I deposited something. I remember crying about it and that it felt like punishment.

    My mom was way over eager about toilet training and wanted me to learn it long before I was ready. This training wasn’t so much about me and the potty, it was about her being able to feel that she was a good parent because she got me to be toilet trained early.

    Wow, I think I resent that!

    But now, I wonder if my adult lust for pants pooping is part of a resistance to the way I was toilet trained? It seems ironic that now, many decades later, I am still sitting on the toilet trying to poop — only this time, with the complete opposite goal of toilet training!

    It confuses me because if I want to poop on the floor or anywhere else but in my pants, even on my rimchair, I can easily make huge dumps very easily.

    What about you guys. Have you ever thought about how your toilet training might have affected your pants pooping fetish?

  • ds2005

    May 10, 2019 at 9:02 pm

    It’s possible for me. I don’t remember being trained, but I remember from a very young age (probably 3 years old), deliberately wetting my pants with a friend from down the street. Got spanked for that. From then on, I’ve had a wetting my pants fetish that grew to include pooping my pants at about age 12. By then, I was sometimes left home alone long enough for me to wet and poop my pants and get cleaned up before anyone got home.

  • mypoopstinks

    May 13, 2019 at 7:03 pm

    Definitely! I was a really hard to potty train kid. my parents probably thought i’d be carrying diapers in my briefcase to work, when I grew up! LOL I didn’t fully potty train until I was like 4. even after that, I had occasional pants poops and pants wettings, all the way up to junior high school. The last pants pooping I remember was in 6th grade, when I pooped in my Halloween costume during this event where everyone showed off their costume. Everyone smelled it and wondered who farted, but thankfully, no one connected the smell to me. In the years after that, I started doing it on purpose. I remember my freshman year of highschool, I went into the deserted stairwell, squatted down and pooped a huge load into my basketball shorts. It was so much fun and horny!

  • wetmick

    May 14, 2019 at 4:29 pm

    Could be…I remember it being a long time until i was ‘trained’. I think I’ve resented ever since…. Right now in fact, as I sit on the toilet while at work i think how much better it would be if i wad working at home and just shit and pissed in a diaper.

  • djjazzubuck

    May 15, 2019 at 7:53 am

    I know for me personally, one of the earliest memories of anything that may have inspired my fetish for liking to see women poop and pee is the fact that my dad hired a teenage neighbor at one point to babysit me and my sister. At one point during our stay with her, she had to use the restroom. For whatever reason, she demanded that I follow her to the bathroom. I was around 5 at the time I believe. Well, she entered the bathroom while I stood right outside the wide open door. She proceeded to slide her tight jeans down her waist and hips, past her ass, and then proceeded not to sit on the toilet but rather hover over it. I sat on the floor besides her to get a better view. She started to pee first but soon I started hearing a slight crackling noise as a long snaking turd started to droop from her asshole.

  • peterspooedhispants

    November 7, 2020 at 9:34 am

    Yes I do, it was too early for me and probably quite traumatic and I think it is what led me to resist wantjng to do a poo in the loo while growing up and trying to hold it in. It was a battle of wills between me and my mum sometimes when she could see that I was visibly holding back a poo, and it would usually end up with me soiling my pants.

  • portugal1236789

    November 7, 2020 at 12:35 pm

    Oh yes Man hahaha

  • skidzz

    November 9, 2020 at 7:35 am

    Probably. So glad it did. I love to piss and shit my pants then play with it. So fun and it makes me feel good when I jackoff.

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  • immp

    February 14, 2021 at 1:56 pm

    I don’t actually remember anything of potty training, which is no surprise considering family rumour is that I was 100% trained by well before my 2nd birthday. I’m pretty sure I never even marked my pants until the age of 11, but I think I’ve somewhat made up for it since…

  • lp1986

    February 23, 2021 at 6:47 pm

    Yes, very much so. Before I started to actually enjoy this fetish and become a frequent uploader on here, I only tried panty pooping like 3 times in the prior 5 years. I didn’t enjoy it because I’d get too nervous and it’d take so long to relax that the poop wouldn’t feel natural and I’d have to strain alot to get it out. Once I got more used to being able to just stop that reflex of holding back, it all felt so much better. I was regularly having great panty poops and wanted to try pooping my panties while wearing tight skinny jeans next to see how pooping my pants felt. I was worried the reflex to hold back would happen again, but it didn’t, and I was able to relax and fill up my jeans the first time trying it. Now I enjoy popping my pants more then panty pooping, but it was a struggle at first.

  • ostretch

    April 10, 2021 at 6:50 pm

    I think it definitely influenced it. I wasn’t the worst kid by far for toilet training, but wore nappies later than others because of difficulty with poo, only really sorting it by the time I was almost 4. I was fine with the whole peeing thing, but when it came to pooping I’d refuse to do it anywhere but a nappy and would militantly hold it in if I couldn’t, so my parents went through a compromise where I’d wear but only for pooping. So there was a period where I was in normal pants, apart from when I needed a poo once every couple of days, at which point I’d either ask for a nappy or be put in one expectantly if my parents thought it was time. Then either immediately do my thing or keep it on for a bit until I decided it was time. I tended to want to be alone if I went to do it straight away, otherwise if I was wearing for a bit I cared less and it happened when it happened. Essentially, if I was ever sighted in a nappy at that age it meant poop was afoot. I didn’t spent extended periods in them, although I did develop a holding complex and would sometimes spend a while trying to hold it in, not content with letting out it out until the moment felt exactly right or it’d been long enough. The holding was quite symptomatic of my hangups with control and I had a real thing about keeping it inside until I was ‘ready’. I eventually grew out of it but my habits continued and I tended towards holding it in throughout my childhood for both pee and poop, which then highly influenced the fetish.

  • duckman9

    April 23, 2021 at 12:18 pm

    Could be. The most I can figure out is that I’ve always been a poor manager of my bathroom habits and I either have little to no urge to go or need to go very badly, no in between. As a child there were many instances of struggling to hold and wished I could just go in my pants. Usually I would go in my pants a little bit anyway. I was potty trained by an average age, 3, but I had friends who took longer and I remember being jealous that they still wore diapers. Also at 3 and a 1/2 my sister was born and I was jealous of her diapers and had the usual sibling jealously of the new baby getting all the attention. My mom has even commented that while she was pregnant I regressed a bit.

  • sinceiwassmall

    May 22, 2021 at 5:25 pm

    I’ve only recently understood that I was toilet trained very young (as I turned 2) and with lots of shame and judgement. It was done by an elderly woman with ideas from the generation before Dr. Spock, while my mom was in the hospital. I had a baby sister in full-time (cloth) diapers and an older sibling still wearing them at night too so I get why having me out of diapers might’ve seemed important.

    But the harshness of it made me overwhelmingly ashamed of everything to do with going to the bathroom all through my childhood. I have many memories of being too shy to tell anyone how much I needed to go, and wiggling in desperation and embarrassment until I’d started to pee my pants. Once I was noticeably wet I was even shyer and more embarrassed for anyone to know.

    The shame makes no logical sense. My parents and teachers were all very nice, and having a potty accident at school or at play or in a lesson was so many times more embarrassing than just asking to go. But I somehow always convinced my shy little self that this time I would be able to hold on long enough to not have to ask, despite all evidence.

    I have no memories at all of pooping in my pants. I don’t think it’s because it didn’t happen. Something my mom once said leads me think I did it a lot for a while and have repressed the memories. Instead I was left with a volcano of shame about how nasty and undiscussable a basic daily bodily function is.

    As a bigger kid I could hardly believe it was true that babies go to the bathroom in their pants and their parents have to clean them up.

    And then all of this came back as a fetish at puberty. My very first turn on — accidentally imprinted, and mirroring the helpless release and irresistible new pleasure of orgasm — was for helplessly losing control and wetting myself like I did so often as a child. It was such a confusing thing to want to do, and I absolutely loved doing it. I can’t count how many times i peed my pants and makeshift diapers at that age.

    Pooping myself too went deeper. So much more taboo, infantile and tinglingly forbidden. But so needed and wanted somehow too, and so good feeling…

    A lot of my fetish play was about being an age when having an accident was still expected and allowed, and met with kindness, amusement, and loving care. And sometimes I played (and still do) as a baby in wet and dirty diapers for much the same reasons.

    It took me lots of years to figure all that out.

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